It has been two months since I was in a doctors office last. "Why are we even here?" I asked my parents wondering if they will ever answer my question. "Honey you know why we are here." My mother said back to me in an annoyed voice. "Well I am sorry that I am dying!" I responded sharply back at my parents. "Don't say that," my mom said with tears in her eyes.
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Ever More Dead
SpiritualitéThis story is about a little girl who can't hold on to the world anymore.
